Six Hundred and Seventy Eighth, Looking Back at the Darkness

"You and I were one, blooming life like moths to a flame; you lingered in my words, and now they are shut out."

"You and I are drifting away, tasting the bitterness and bitterness you left alone; I cut out the whole heart for you, but it hit the high wall you built, and sparks flew everywhere." (Note 1)

Just now, Ronan was able to feel the power of the words just by whispering the lyrics; now, the lyrics are integrated into the melody, and the notes are wrapped around the syllables of the words. The sky roared like stars falling from the nine heavens.

Ronan's singing is so gentle and light, it seems that he can't feel any power injection. Behind the slightly hoarse voice, he can savor a touch of fragile sadness. There is no roar or roar, no high pitch and no release, just low-pitched singing , but tugged at his ankle and fell hard.

As if, following the song into the depths of memory, in those black and white pictures, the sky is falling apart, falling apart, dripping with blood, and the whole world is in a state of destruction, but all of them have become memory pictures, just calmly telling the story of the past bombardments , and even caught a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ollie suddenly realized:

it's over.

In a real sense, everything was over, a living heart fell freely to the ground, breaking into countless pieces. Memories, all become memories, not the present continuous tense, but the past tense, there is no future anymore, draw a clear and definite full stop.

This time, it's really over.

In an instant, his breathing was cut off, and Ollie held his breath as if he was standing in a rushing waterfall. Only in this way could he keep standing in the roaring impact. It seemed that as long as he stopped breathing, time would not continue to move forward; But in just a short moment, he couldn't hold on any longer, gasped for breath, and then reality surged in like this, and as soon as his knees softened, he was submerged by continuous waterfalls.

It was cold and biting.

Cover, devour.

Darkness, coming.

"If I were still intact, I would turn around immediately, forget the pain, and walk away. Because I already know that the truth is only a few feet away. But I have been smashed to pieces just to see you, and I have gone through hardships just to say goodbye to you, but you Blocking myself behind the fortress, when everything was silent, I finally woke up, from the beginning to the end, it was just me who was cocooning myself."

The hoarse voice is eloquent, and the calm trickle is jumping and flowing between the cool piano keys, as if the fingertips can touch the cold clear stream, and a gust of wind blows, and the goosebumps are smooth His fingertips covered his whole body, and he couldn't stop shivering one after another.

lyrics,

Obviously it comes from Oli’s creation just now, but after Ronan gave the melody to perform, it was so strange, as if hearing it for the first time. Incredible chemistry --

Vicissitudes and grandeur. Majestic and delicate.

Bitter but happy. Sad and sweet.

Ollie thinks that parting is sad, the end is painful, and farewell is cruel... He refuses to face it or accept it, but just wants to escape, far away, as if he just needs to temporarily clear his mind and abandon his thoughts, he will not Feel the oppression of suffocation, and will not feel the erosion of darkness.

But he was wrong.

Temporary forgetting does not mean that it has completely disappeared, and it does not mean that it never happened. What should have happened has already become an established fact. The wounds cannot be erased. The bloody and bloody wounds are cut on the heart one after another. Even if they are ignored, the blood is still dripping.

But what should he do?

Once, he was desperate just to hold her in his arms; now, he lives to death just to erase his memory.

Once, he was smashed to pieces just to see her; now, he tried his best to forget everything.

Ollie raised his eyes and looked in Ronan's direction. He could only see a figure from the back, and couldn't judge Ronan's eyes and expression, but he could hear a kind of release in Ronan's singing. A kind of catharsis, a kind of wantonness, facing the wound bravely, firmly and fearlessly.

It's like, returning to the boyhood, returning to the age of ignorance, fearlessness and heroism.

Running wantonly, hurting wantonly, happily feeling wantonly, sadly wantonly... During the ups and downs, the great ups and downs and the great sorrow, always hold your head high, straighten your waist and embrace everything that life gives, pain and happiness .

"You and I are of one mind...Blooming life like moths to a flame..."

Ronan's singing voice was unblocked in this way, flapping its wings and flying high, one high pitch and another high pitch, in the heavy and surging piano keys, it was fully released like a torrential rain, hitting hard again and again The eardrums were closed, and the roar hit the face like a huge wave.

"You linger on my clank oaths...and now they are no more..."

One wave, another wave.

Ronan's treble continued to output steadily, far from reaching the treble limit, but he could feel the shock of huge waves hitting rocks amidst the turbulence. The power erupting from the depths of the soul was so thick and complex, thunderous A frontal impact came, instantly crushing all defenses.

"You and I are drifting away... Tasting the gorgeous memories you left alone..."

The end, is it all sad?

Obviously not.

The end is both a period and a beginning. It is an end and a relief. If you are always immersed in the past, then the end will never be realized, and it will only drag your soul slowly into the darkness; but if you face the past bravely, then after the end To open a new chapter.

More importantly, memories should not all be bitter and sad, but also happiness, sweetness, joy, and countless joys.

In the past, even just rubbing shoulders and looking back at one time could brighten up the whole day, and even the continuous rain could not cover up my good mood.

In the past, even if it was just a conversation and a smile, it could continue to reminisce. Even when I fell asleep at night, I couldn't help kicking the quilt to convey happiness.

Once, he believed that he could live happily with a faint longing in his arms, even if he couldn't really have it, he still wouldn't regret it.

"I cut out the whole heart for you... but it hit the high wall you built... sparks flew everywhere..."

Caught off guard, the floodgates of layers of defense opened just like this.

A smile bloomed at the corner of Oli's mouth, and at the same time, tears rushed down from his eyes, and he finally began to face up to his wound bravely.

Like eighteen years old.

To love bravely, to forget bravely, to give bravely, to burn bravely, and then, to bravely step forward again to welcome a new beginning.

He doesn't regret it, he doesn't regret that he had a deep unrequited love for Ophelia, and he doesn't regret inviting Ophelia to the Coachella Music Festival. Although the dream is so short, at least he once had it. Memories are always rosy.

The hot tears scalded his cheeks, but also lit up his smile.

Note 1: Sparks splatter (--starset, -)